There is a group of people living here who live in the clouds. Their lives are beyond the reach of ordinary people even if they look up at them.
The buildings on the island are all in modern European style. Each villa has a circle of iron railings outside and a vase-shaped parapet inside. The yard is filled with various precious plants.
The car shuttled around the island and entered the front yard of a villa through the opened iron railing.
"Miss Xiaodie, we're here!" the man said politely as he helped Xiaodie open the car door.
Xiaodie got out of the car and looked at the natural rock slab in front of her, with warm-toned walls in the middle and glass walls. It was as clean and perfect as a castle in a fairy tale. Xiaodie couldn't help but secretly smacked her tongue.
Although I have lived in a seaside villa since I was a child, which is considered luxurious by all standards, but compared with such a grand building, it doesn't seem so grand.
Follow the man, walk through the long corridor built with grape trellises, and walk towards a main building inside.
The man brought Xiaodie to a closed room door, knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Mr. Wen, Miss Xiaodie is already here!"
After a while, a deep and deep male voice came from the room, casually: "Ask her to come in!"
"Am I going in alone?" Xiaodie became nervous for no reason. Maybe it was because the environment here gave her a sense of oppression.
"Go in!" the man said, already unscrewing the door lock and pushing Xiaodie slightly.
Darkness fell before Xiaodie's eyes, and the door closed behind her, cutting off the only source of light.
Hearing the sound of the door lock closing, Xiaodie felt nervous and pressed her body against the door, not daring to move.
There was a strange aroma in the room, it was light and smelled very good.
After Xiaodie got used to the dark light in front of her, she could vaguely see the figure of a man, sitting on a chair, as if he was looking at himself. The scarlet dot between his fingers occasionally moved, flickering on and off.
A dark room, a man, a woman, what will happen?
Xiaodie became nervous and began to fumble around on the wall beside her, hoping to find the light switch.
"Come here!" The deep and deep voice was like two scales played slowly by a cello, with an intimidating momentum.
Xiaodie bit her lip and simply turned around to unscrew the door lock behind her. Fei'er was right. She seemed to have messed with someone she didn't want to mess with. Is it still too late to leave now?
However, his body was suddenly turned around with great force, and the breath of the man hit his face. The smell of tobacco was mixed with the aroma of agave, and it was a suffocating breath.
"Are you scared?" As he spoke, a pair of large, calloused hands touched Xiaodie's face, and the next moment, his jaw was tightly squeezed.
"You, don't do this nonsense! If I can't go back safely, my friends will call the police!" Xiaodie forced herself to calm down. At this time, no shaking, no tears, no fear!
The man seemed to sneer without laughing, but Xiaodie felt that he was laughing, with a contemptuous chuckle.
Xiaodie put her hands on the wrist that was holding her, trying to pull it away, but found that those hands were like iron fists, and she couldn't move at all: "Let me go!"
Wen Shijue enjoyed this contest of disparity in power. In his opinion, her struggle was like scratching an itch.
"Will your friend call the police? Do you believe I will silence her?"